wor$t

You’ll never truly understand exhaustion until you’re the one waking up late at night every single day with a heavy heart, staring into the dark while your mind refuses to rest. It’s the kind of tiredness that sleep can’t fix when everything feels overwhelming, your thoughts won’t stay quiet, and even getting through another day starts to feel unbearably difficult.

when you come to my funeral, come alittle early..the people burying me won't wait for you the way I did.

Sometimes I imagine conversations in my head because it feels easier than expressing what I truly feel in real life. In my mind, the words come naturally, and I can finally explain every thought and emotion clearly. But when it comes to saying those things out loud, it’s like my mind shuts down, and everything I wanted to say stays trapped inside me instead.

it's crazy how once every year you live the date that will be your last.

life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I’ve walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, in it, and above.

always the listener never the sound

When you miss them that badly, you start pretending you don’t give a fuck anymore, but you still check your phone over and over, hoping for a notification, a message, any small sign that they still care. But the silence says enough some people never change.

part of me wants to walk away... till you really listen.

these days feels like trying to walk forward while a strange energy keeps pulling you back. a part of you still fights to resist it, but after failing again and again, you slowly grow tired and begin to give up.

in order to love who you are, you can't hate experiences that shaped you.

being alive really isn’t easy sometimes. Life feels exhausting to maintain, It feels like walking in a circle without ever reaching the end, because after all, it’s a circle.

She's not where she is She’s only inside her head

Its about who stays Not who promised to